Healy:
Help me get my body, and I will take you to my home planet. We have a tree that grow your favorite food.
Gary Bunda:
You mean to tell me you've got a tree that just grows pad thai?
Healy:
Yeah, and we have horny sex robots that exist only to please you. All nude. Triple X.
Dizzay:
I -- I wanna go. I wanna go.
Gary Bunda:
No, no, no, no, shut your mouth.
Eddie:
I'll do it. I'll go. I'll go.
Gary Bunda:
Let me ask him. Shut up! [to Healy] They do handjobs?
Healy:
Well, they'll do anything. You can get more than handjobs.
Gary Bunda:
But tell me, they got, like, real hands, right? And not, like, just claws -- They're not gonna rip off my dick and balls?
Healy:
Handjob, pad thai, done. Are we good to go?
Troy:
Uh, you know what. You're gonna take me, too, because, otherwise, I'm gonna tell Satan.
Healy:
That's blackmail.
Gary Bunda:
Please don't do this.
Troy:
You're also fixing my eyesight 'cause you know what? I'm sick of wearing these glasses.
Healy:
Okay, bend down here.
[Healy magically heals Troy's face into corn]
Gary Bunda:
What did you do that to him?
Healy:
He was a liability. So I turned his face into corn.
Gary Bunda:
Alright, well I'm gonna go pack my stapler, and then we can get out of here.
Healy:
Leave the stapler. My planet has plenty of staplers.
